Predator
Chapter 3 — A Dark Place
The world was dark. Once there had been light but darkness was by design, perfect and all things. She didn’t know why this was so, it simply was so, it was right.
Beings walked in the light waiting to be dragged into the dark, to be consumed and dominated by it until there was nothing left that sought the light, nothing that even dared it.
Slut walked there beside her, the clack of her stiletto heels echoing in the black. Slut did not glide unnoticed in the inky blackness, slut had been designed to attract notice, to dip deep into the hindmind and draw it inwards. Slut still ed the light but she just could not help but worship the dark and what it had become, could not resist the need to obey even the smallest whim of the hunter. It was as it should be, Slut had been designed that way, designed to attain its true form, not the shadow life it had before.
The Predator ired her handiwork with pride, it was her first of her own. It was, of course, the hunter’s task to acquire and hunt the target, to stalk and then neutralize. But that was before ... that was when they who had claimed her had directed her, had used her for their own ends. But they had wrought too well ... now Predator hunted on her own.
“I am a Triumph, all have said so,” Predator whispered into the dark.
Slut purred in agreement, licking her lips with the memory of how great a triumph had truly been wrought ... a triumph sufficient to enslave her to this new form and life ... and to love it and relish it despite that knowledge.
Predator felt Slut’s pleasure and was satisfied.
But still, it was a hunter’s existence to hunt, a predator’s existence to prey yet without the controllers, what was worthy prey.
Prey, that was not the concern, it existed in abundance here ... drawn by the ghost of avarice, the need to simply own more and more of all that was ... except of course anything that mattered. In a way it seemed fitting to come to this place ... to shop.
She smiled and felt the darkness flow around her, exchanging her black silk for more common wear, soft but unremarkable wool blends, a matching skirt and jacket covering a non-descript white blouse, brown hair pulled back into a severe bun, wire frame glasses and high, but not too high heels. She turned to look at slut who radiated desire with all of her being. Slut was not a hunter, slut could not pretend to be the prey. Desire was her weapon, her talent, irresistible.
Then again perhaps Slut could be used after all. Changing only Slut’s clothing to something less revealing, a dress which fitted tightly around her form but unable to alter her sensual nature, the hunter turned and entered the light, through the glass doors and into the mall. Slut followed the click of her heels echoing deliciously in the hunter’s soul.
The prey were not many for the hour was late but this made the hunting grounds more favorable, fewer eyes to see, more places for the hunter to do its work.
And then the scent, yes ... the delicious scent that she had yearned for ... the scent of true prey.
When found, the prey were not difficult to detect ... an older woman and a younger which bore her features, a younger version of the original. Both blonde, the older woman taller and more refined, the younger an adult yet young, perhaps the age that her own daughters would have been if she had remained what she had once been.
The hunter’s instincts were drawn to the pair’s accouterments, the style and refinement of their clothing and the expensive jewelry that they both wore, especially the older prey. As much as a hunter should despise such considerations, she was now free of the controllers and was forced to accept the necessity of maintaining herself and her prey.
Carefully the hunter stalked ... patience was the key and the hunter was nothing if not patient. The hunter followed, considering alternatives and possibilities until finally settling upon one that seemed especially delicious.
Then looked casually at Slut.
This is your task slut ...
Slut nodded slightly and the hunt truly began.
Slut slipped in front of the two women as they slowly walked, chatting amiably amongst themselves until they reached the entrance to a service way where Slut stood, hands on her exquisite cocked hips, exuding all the sensuality of her design. The two prey stopped, uncertain of how to proceed, vaguely threatened. I could sense them now ... feel their confusion and taste their uncertainty as Slut’s essence washed over them both, confusing their senses and sending conflicting signals to their minds and bodies.
I approached. The two were not optimized for Slut’s talent ... the older was feeling scandalized but uncertain as the irresistible musk of Slut’s presence warred with the older prey’s imperfect design. The younger of the two seemed merely concerned not fully ing Slut and her charms.
I was close now to them ... close enough for my scent to reach them clearly, close enough that I could see their design glow clear and bright. With great care, I sent my essence wafting into the older woman, altering the design ... changing directions and perceptions, preferences and cues ... cues that instructed the body how it was suppose to react to certain stimuli.
The older woman’s hand reached up to her breast as if in shock ... her heart beat increasing as the arousal and desire centers of her mind and body were triggered by stimuli which it had been previously designed to ignore, stimuli that it was now adjusting to accept, stimuli that would respond to Slut’s own essence.
Unaware of her action, the older woman’s legs squeezed together, her hand moving more to her breast than away from it ... her breathing deepening ... her eyes filled with surprise traveling over areas of Slut’s body that she had never before appreciated further increasing the degree of her reaction.
“Um ... Sandra,” said the older woman, unable to unlock her eyes from Slut’s body, “I think that ... maybe ... ”
“Maybe what bitch,” Slut said in a deeply sensual purr.
“I think ... maybe that ... we ... " said the older woman as with each breath her sexual identity faded replaced by my design. “Can ... can we help you?” the older blonde finally managed to gasp.
“Mom, are you ok?” the younger prey asked with concern.
“She is fine,” purred Slut giving a frank and appraising look at the younger woman, “you are fine as well, don’t you think?“
The older woman tore her eyes away from Slut to her daughter. Her eyes widening as they drank in her daughter’s attractive form ... the curve of her breasts, her cleavage ... all of the things which made her a woman to be desired.
“Mom!!” the younger prey said with alarm. “What’s going on?”
“She thinks you’re a hot piece of ass, isn’t that right old woman?” Slut taunted. “I bet she’d like to get to know you on more personal ... but she wants to know me better.”
The young woman glared at Slut and made for an angry retort that stopped in shock as she heard a low groan from her mother as my modifications finally settled into place, as not only the cues that triggered sexual response were altered but the strength and force of those cues multiplied and embedded.
Slut put out her hand, pointing at the older prey with a single perfectly shaped pink fingernail and then seductively motioned for the older woman to come closer. “Come here and kiss me bitch,” Slut said in a way that was both alluring and left no doubt of her expectations.
The younger prey turned to look as her mother hesitantly took a step forward ... then another ... and then with confused need etched in every pore, slipped into Slut’s arms, grinding her breasts against the young Oriental’s mounds, slipping her tongue deep into Slut’s waiting mouth while Slut’s hands grabbed and kneading the older prey’s ass and pulled her into her kiss.
The young prey watched in horror as her mother lifted her leg, straddling Slut’s and began to slide her now oh so aching slit over Slut’s leg.
“MOM!! What are you doing!!?” her daughter screeched.
“She’s being designed,” the hunter said coming up behind the younger prey, wrapping her arms around it and pulling it close even as the hunter’s essence drove the prey to watch with fascination. “Your loving mother has been redesigned ... as you can see, she’s now a dyke. Not a lesbian you understand though she is that as well, but a hard core down to the roots of her being, dyke, and you love seeing her this way.”
“No ... not I don’t,” The younger prey stammered as we slid closer to an alcove near the wall. It was inadequate cover at best, but with only a minimal number of other shoppers and an enclosed environment, my control would be adequate, my influence on the systems around me, both organic and electronic, substantially magnified.
The older prey was now clinging to Slut, desperately bringing her hands over Sluts breasts, feeling her large nipples underneath the tight fabric of her skin tight dress. “Oh ... yes bitch ...,” Slut husked. “Is it beginners luck or were you born to be like this? Just think of what you have been missing ... all of those men for all those years when you could have had someone like me.”
“I ... " the older prey stammered as she tried to slip Slut’s dress off her shoulders. “I ... could have had you?”
“Yes, you could have ... what do you think daughter ... do you think your mother would be better off with me?” Slut asked looking the younger prey in the eye.
Answer ... answer her prey ... she will do as you ask ...
The young woman’s eyes widened as she saw her mother slip the dress off Slut’s shoulders and stare at Slut’s small but perfect breasts in wonder.
“I ... I no ... no I ... she ... couldn’t,” the young woman sodded as she watched her mother start to knead the whore’s breasts, pulling and rolling Slut’s nipples as if she had been doing so her entire life.
“I ... I could have had you ...,” the older woman moaned ... " but I can’t ... I’m not ... I would never have.”
“But you are,” soothed Slut, her own fingers slipping between the older woman’s legs. “This is what you have been missing out on your whole life. What a shame ... what a waste, isn’t it?”
The older woman arched her head back as the ecstasy of Slut’s touched ran through her body. “Oh God ... Oh God Help me ... oh crap ... oh yes!!! Someone help me ... she’s FUCKING ME!!”
It’s right, isn’t it ... seeing her this way ... see how perfect it is ... how being this has always been her. Tell her ... tell her what you think.
The young prey leaned back against the hunter, watching her mother grind against Slut ... hear her moan as Slut’s tongue played with her nipples as her elegant dress slipped away. Watched as her mother struggled against what she was feeling, watched as she tried to deny what she felt, the new and foreign needs she now possessed.
The hunter was pleased, watching the young prey and her own new desires began to reinforce themselves, as the sheer power of what she was seeing stripped away what she had been layer by hard fought layer.
Is this right? Is this your mother’s design?
“yes ...” the daughter answered with a sob, ‘yes ... she’s ... she’s so hot ... They’re So HOT!!!”
“Then tell them ...” whispered the hunter.
“Yeah ... Yeah that’s it ... bite my Mom’s fucking nipple!!! ... Fuck those Fingers DEEP Into her cunt” the young woman wept. “Make her the Cunt Sucking Dyke she was SUPPOSED TO BE ... DO IT!!!!”
Slut grinned then set her teeth against the older woman’s hard nipples ... slipped her fingers deep into the older woman’s dripping cunt.
“Oh ... Oh God ... Sandra ... WHAT ARE YOU SAYING!!! ... Oh Fuck ... OH FUCK!!!” moaned the older woman as her hair begin to lighten ... and increase in luster.
“OH FUCK IT MOM!!!” said her daughter as her desires overwhelmed her, the NEED to see this ... no ... no not just see, DIRECT it.
“YEAH MOM ... Tell her you LOVE IT ... TELL HER YOU WANT TO BE FUCKED ... TELL HER YOU WANT HER TO FUCK YOU ALL THE TIME!!!”
The older prey screamed with need ... begging Slut to take her ... to Fuck her always ... that she WANTED THIS ... had ALWAYS wanted this ... begged her to give it to her ... all the time with her daughter Sandra telling her what to be ... telling her how she wanted her ass fucked ... to have Slut fill all her holes over and over again.
The scene devolved into a nearby furniture shop, the staff conveniently having had an urge to be elsewhere and as Slut fucked the now oh so eager older prey, the daughter noticed the slight changes that were occurring, the tightening of the skin, the increasing firmness of the breasts ... the subtle changes in her mother’s moans.
Rubbing her own clit furiously in growing frustration, the younger prey looked up at the hunter as she continued to lean back against her. “Are you changing her ... are you changing me?”
“Yes ... but I am saving something ... you know what it is ... what you want,” said the hunter softly.
“Yes ...” she said, “I want ... I am like her aren’t I?”
“Possibly,” the hunter replied. “But I will not choose.”
The younger prey considered that for a moment as her mother howled again in ecstasy as she knelt on all fours while Slut finger fucked her cunt and drove her tongue deep into the prey’s ass.
“No ... oh god please help me ... but yes, I know.”
Gently the hunter laid her hand over the younger prey’s breast, the prey’s clothing falling away, her virgin nipples and clit being pierced with golden studs, the essence arranging itself into a clear blue phallus strapped tightly around the young woman’s waist and firmly against her now pierce clit. “Is this right?” the hunter whispered as the essence of the young woman continued to rearrange, “Is this what you want?.
“Yes,” the prey whispered, “you know it is.”
She stepped forward as slut reluctantly slipped from behind the moaning older woman.
The older prey noted the absence and opened her eyes, seeing her daughter approach. “Sandra?” she said a mixture of shock and desire. “What ... what are you doing ... why did you say all those ... god ... all of those HOT things!!?”
“Because you’re a whore mom, a cuntlicking dyke, and I want so much to be just like you.” the younger prey stammered as she positioned herself behind her mother ... “and I will be.”
With those words, the daughter slipped her blue cock deep into her mother’s slick cunt, the older woman thrusting back without conscious thought. “Oh God ... " she moaned ... “Oh Fuck .. that’s it Fuck me Sandra ... oh please sandy, fuck my pussy ... yeah ... just like that girlfriend ... Oh fuck Sandy, fuck my pussy good!!”
The years fell away from the older woman with each thrust of the phallus, with each stoke her hair lengthened until it fell in long almost white blonde curls around her body. Her young body fucking far harder than her older frame could have possibly withstood, and with a desire she had never known. Her moans, morphing into high squeals of delight as her massive breasts swung and slapped underneath her with joy, her eyes turning a muddy brown to match her increasingly browning skin.
The younger victim changed with every pounding stroke as well, if anything becoming slightly older, slightly more mature, her hair growing darker with each stroke, shorter with a tomboy cut as her demands to her partner became more insistent, her girlfriend responding with eagerness to every command, bucking beneath the woman she had become. Somewhere deep inside, a part of her ed, ed, even as her skin became dark brown, her nails black, her lips crimson red and the spiked collar, black leather of her corset and sheer stockings enshrouded her body. She ed that she had chosen this, that she had chosen this for the fucktoy she owned ... that there had been another time when she wasn’t as she was ... that she had chosen ... and she reveled in that knowledge with all the ion in her soul.
It was simply right.